I Miss The Feeling Of Having A Crush .

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Unwanted child

THE WORLD IS YOUR CANVAS NOW PAINT, PAINT!

who’s world is this? the world is yours - nas

Imagine that the world you’re living in is a blank canvas (because it is) and you’re the one holding the paintbrush, what would you paint? don’t think about what you “should” manifest. forget about society rules, forget about the people around you and what they’re doing. Start dedicating your time to thinking about yourself. So seriously, what would you paint?

It could be anything you please. ANYTHING. Go big and go beyond, nothing is too small and nothing is too big. don’t settle for anything less. In imagination anything is possible , so forget about logic. forget about the how and the when because those are completely irrelevant anyways.

ask yourself

what would you do if you just broke out that box that holds you back and did what you want? go for your wildest dreams. they’re possible. they’re 100% possible.

the fact that you have a deep desire for something shows that you were meant to have it.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF SUCCESS WAS GUARANTEED?

If you knew your desires were 100% yours and you knew it was inevitable and you knew nothing on earth could stop you from getting what you want..what would you be acting like? what would you be thinking like? would you really be doubting every minute? or…telling yourself that you were a failure? NO! so stop. start telling yourself the things you want, start telling your story you want to come true and discard the one that does you no good.

DON’T BE SCARED OF THE POSSIBILITIES

when we think about the potential we have, its common for us to withdraw and back ourselves up into a little corner and stay there. out of fear it is too much for us to handle, or we fear things in our lives will get berserk and we wouldn’t be able to handle it.

don’t let fear of something happening make nothing happen.

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u think i am joking but this is genuinely how i look while writing: “god, you’re so fucking wet” and “such a good girl” for the hundreth time in my miserable existence

toji choking us with his arms/headlocking us while fucking from behind (could be any position)🤭

goodness… 😵‍💫

fem. reader, rev. cowgirl, breath play, mdni.

toji who had you riding him in reverse— makes you sit back on him and he sits up as well, he‘s laid back against the black cushioned sofa while sat up, a beefy right arm wrapped around you, not too tight but just enough to hear you let off a cute gasp.

his muscles tense and you let off a moan once your head goes back against him— he‘s bullying himself in and out of your soaked folds, pushing past your cute nub to make you dig your nails into his arm. “h-harder toji,” you squeaked out, your voice all shaky from each thrust.

“hmmm?” he hums, a firm grip still around your throat with his bicep, you could see some of his veins poking through your peripherals. “gonna need you to elaborate for me, baby.”

you whimper as you‘re still riding him— he‘s hitting you everywhere so good he can‘t help but spank your ass and smirk from the recoil as you’re throwing yourself back against him with such salacious movements.

“please.. choke me harder.” you whine, a weak arm of yours holding on to toji‘s and he lets off a dark chuckle.

“ohh okay.”

your eyes roll back— you‘re nearly limp as toji‘s got you in a safe lock, the way his muscles retract and flex each bounce you‘re doing on his lap, it makes him grunt, your mouth is practically open with your tongue slightly lolled out. strands of your own droll started to pour out— it was messy.

“still with me, sweetheart? ain’t too rough, am i?” he teases, and his voice is smug— completely cocky and arrogant as he gives you a little nudge.

“n-no,” you moaned, your head was merely hitting against toji‘s chest as he had you locked with his arms— you kept panting, letting off a soft whine once you feel his tip brush against your sweet spot. you nearly lose yourself and toji chuckles at that— finding it adorable. “harder toji.”

“little girl,” he smirks, his voice dropping low just a tad bit— he‘s directly against your ear to where you can hear the bass and it practically gets you wet. “any harder and y’er gonna start to feel light headed,” and he coos in a smooth tone, it was almost seductive. “you‘re a crazy filthy girl. i bet you’re into that shit, aren’t you?”

“maybe.” you whine, a tiny needy sob leaving your lips.

toji grins, giving you another spank to encourage you to keep riding him— he licks his lips, looking down to see your hips rotating against him, moving in an almost circle and it gets him hard.

“maybe,” he repeats, and you feel his grip tighten just a little— you moan over and over again from the way he‘s got you in such a state— your own drool nearly dampening his beefy arm before he smiles. “maybe i should choke my pretty girl more often. you make such the cutest noises for me anyway.”

Hi I just wanted to say I love your Jack fics so much thank you sm for reuploading them idk if you’re accepting Jack requests or not but I really do enjoying reading your work you’re great 💗

thank you so much anon💕💕 i love feedback and this made me the happiest ive been all week.🥲

-p.s im not really doing requests but you can send me ideas & little drabbles and i could write abt it.